Thursday, November 23, 2017

Tradition (written 25 or so years ago)


We always dressed up
for Thanksgiving:
hairs in place, eyeglasses
sparkling like the ice
in their scotch, pants creased,
slips ironed for the big
turkey in the little
city kitchen.

Here the dirt road
penetrates the old house,
sifting on our sweatshirts,
mingling with turkey grease
on my jeans. I dish up cranberry
sauce with the sterling silver
jelly spoon, aware that if I spin
fast on my sneakers I will see
my mother, poised to help
in her apron and her heels.

4 comments:

crystal said...

My childhood Thanksgivings were pretty different too. Change is good :) Happy Thanksgiving!

Susan said...

You too, Crystal!

Indigo Bunting said...

Lovely.

Susan said...

Thank you, IB. I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.